Luckily, there were currently three of me to handle all she wanted. “Then you shall have all you desire, my dear.”
I sent her a wink as we left and I took her out to the car. I drove a little way out from the campus and headed to the more exclusive part of the city. Out here, you had to have a bank account that could match the prices they charged. It just so happened that my brothers and I had that kind of bank account.
I left the keys with a valet and walked her into the place. It looked like a quiet estate with a few lights to illuminate the three-story house. On the inside, however, there was soundproofing, room after room was full of different kinds of parties, and on the third floor… well, there was more adult entertainment to be had.
“I’m not sure this is what I meant, Keith,” she whispered as she looked up at the house and the marble columns that ran the length of the house. It was some old oil baron’s former palace, but now it was a place for rich kids to get their kicks.
“It is, my dear. Just wait.”
We went through the door a doorman opened for us and walked into a small entryway. The soundproofing was excellent. You couldn’t hear a sound that came from any of the rooms or the floor above.
“Now…” I grunted as I removed her coat. I handed it to a girl that stood there, and she gave me a plastic tab to retrieve our coats later. I indicated a door to our left. “Do you want the music, the drinking, and the dancing to be found behind this door? Or, maybe…”
I held my hand in the direction of the door in the middle which led upstairs. The entire entryway was papered with gold damask wallpaper and the floor was covered in red carpet. It should all be gaudy, but it wasn’t. Even the doors were decorated with gold paint. I slowly ran my hand down the door and stared back at her intently. Every part of me wanted her to choose this door because I wanted to see her reactions to the scenes above.
“That one.” She pointed and I smiled.
“Good choice.” I knew she would prefer the delights upstairs over a hangover tomorrow and an exhausted body. At least upstairs, she’d have some pleasure for any soreness she might experience tomorrow.
The door opened without either of us touching it, and we stepped through. It was like something out of an art-deco artist’s dream. Black iron railings, white marble tiles, and red carpet set off with statues on a multitude of surfaces. There were also several paintings that the world didn’t even know existed but would love to see.
I took her hand and we walked up the wide staircase to the first floor. From former trips, I knew the BDSM was to the left, with more hardcore stuff that probably would frighten her away. To the right, we’d find group sex, gay sex, and a lot more that was, perhaps, tamer than the BDSM, but just as dangerous.
“Come with me,” I commanded as I led her down to the right side of the house, a very long corridor filled with rooms on both sides, almost like a hotel. But then, the place was meant to house guests to show off the master’s wealth. Each room had a door and to one side, a window. If the door was closed, you could watch, but you could not join. If the door was open, it meant you could watch, come in, and if you were polite enough, you might be invited to join in. Closed door and curtains meant the room was occupied by someone looking for discretion or empty. If it was empty, the door would be unlocked.
I knew that the rooms also had glass walls on each side, although there were curtains for privacy. This would be fun. I walked down the corridor until I found the room I wanted. Four men and one woman played in a room decorated with a king-sized bed and two wing-backed chairs. Nothing else. Celia had tried to see what was in each room, but I’d walked so fast, she’d barely had time. I’d her gasp a few times, but she hadn’t stopped me.
I went to the room to the left of the group sex room and opened the door. It was empty, but a small cabinet would provide us with drinks. We could also order more if we wanted. I lead Celia inside and sat her down on the bed. I went to the cabinet as she took in the scene across from us and poured two glasses of scotch. I also took out a small bottle of orange juice in case she needed it.
I walked over to her and put the glass of scotch in front of her. She didn’t even look up at me, her eyes were glued on the scene next door. “Drink this, then sit back and watch.”
She did as she was told and then slid up the bed to the pillows behind her. “It’s so…”
“Hot?” I asked her, my eyes on her face.
“Seductive. How can the men not be fighting over her?”
“They’re interested in her pleasure and theirs. All of theirs.” I answered for her and looked at the dark-haired woman across from us.
She was being used for enjoyment, but she was also using each of the men for her own pleasure. Every part of that could be touched was stroked, sucked, petted, until she was all but buzzing from pleasure. Then the men would pay away and start the cycle all over again.
“I don’t understand.” She looked at me finally, her brows together in confusion.
“It’s simple. There’s no need for jealousy, there’s no need for anger or possession. They all get pleasure and give pleasure.”
“But isn’t this supposed to be, I don’t know, degrading?” she asked softly as if she didn’t want to say it but felt she should.
“What’s degrading, Celia? Does she look unhappy or abused?” I asked, equally as softly. She sipped the rest of her drink down and I handed her the orange juice.
“No, she looks happy as if she’s in control of it all.”
“You’ve got it, baby. That’s exactly what’s happening.” My nostrils flared for a moment as I thought about her, in the same position, with me and my brothers, not those men next door that had her. “Watch, my darling, and learn.”
I waited for her to protest and say that she wanted to leave but as she was so still as if she was fascinated by it all. I could tell that she was going to learn, and judging by her grades, Celia was a fast learner.